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Meanwhile, in the remote and desolate land of Xiaozhu Peak in Qingyun Mountain, separated from the tranquility by thousands of mountains and rivers, a completely different scene unfolds.

The setting sun, like blood, spilled onto the desolate and mottled ruins. This place was once the mountain gate of the Hall of Longevity, but now only broken boulders, collapsed pillars, and the lingering stench of blood remain.

Several figures moved with ghostly speed, crisscrossing and colliding among the ruins and the not-yet-completely-collapsed stone hall. Flashes of spiritual light and surging air currents further tore apart the already dilapidated buildings.

One of the gray figures held an ancient mirror with black and white colors and eerie flowing light. He was struggling and roared repeatedly. The three figures stood in a triangle, tightly entangled with him. Further away, the Ghost King stood in mid-air with his hands behind his back, calmly watching the battle. Occasionally, he would flick his sleeves, and a solid black aura would emerge like a poisonous dragon from its cave, attacking the place that Yu Yangzi was sure to save.

Yu Yangzi's hair was disheveled, his Taoist robe was torn, and blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth. He suddenly pointed the Yin-Yang Mirror at the Azure Dragon. A black light flashed on the mirror, and the Azure Dragon groaned. The protective light around its body shook violently, and the light ring in its hand shone brightly, barely managing to hold on.

The white tiger roared, and the Tiger Soul Blade unleashed a pale white blade of light, slashing straight at Yu Yangzi's back. Yu Yangzi turned around, the mirror surface swirling, and a white light shot out, colliding with the blade's edge and exploding into a shockwave. You Ji emerged from the shadows beside him like a ghost, her short dagger piercing his ribs. Yu Yangzi dodged in a sorry state, but a bloody gash was still cut open on his shoulder.

"Ghost King!" Yu Yangzi roared hoarsely, his voice echoing across the ruins.

"You are a traitor! In the past, before the throne of the Holy Mother Mingwang, you and I swore a blood oath to uphold the Holy Church! Today, you have dared to attack my mountain gate and kill my disciples. Are you not afraid of the Holy Mother Mingwang's divine punishment, or the condemnation of the ancestors of the Holy Church?!"

The Ghost King remained expressionless, saying calmly, "The unification of the Holy Sect is an inevitable trend. Fellow Daoist Yu Yangzi, if you are willing to surrender, I may not be unable to preserve your lineage."

"Bullshit!" Yu Yangzi's eyes widened in fury, the Yin-Yang Mirror swirling wildly, shooting out erratic black and white light that forced Qinglong and the other two to retreat slightly. "Want my Changsheng Hall's thousand-year legacy? You'll have to step over my dead body first!"

In another part of the ruins, Biyao stood on the roof of a half-collapsed stone palace. Her light green clothes fluttered in the blood-stained wind. Her face was expressionless, and her eyes were as cold as ice.

Below, dozens of disciples of the Longevity Hall were engaged in a fierce battle with cultivators from the Ghost King Sect and the Joyful Union Sect. Magical weapons flashed wildly, and screams and cries filled the air.

Biyao raised her hand, and the Heartbreak Flower flew from her wrist. The white light surged and instantly transformed into thousands of exquisitely beautiful white flower shadows. Like a blizzard moving in reverse, it swept towards the most densely packed area of ​​the Longevity Hall disciples. Where the flower shadows passed, blood splattered and screams suddenly rang out.

At the same time, she made a hand seal with her other hand, and the Hehuan Bell appeared out of thin air, hovering in front of her, swaying gently.

"jingle--"

The bell wasn't jarring; in fact, it was rather melodious. Yet, it carried a strange power that pierced straight to the soul. Among the chaotic crowd below, many disciples of the Longevity Hall froze, their eyes glazed over, and their movements slowed.

In Biyao's eyes, a fleeting pink light appeared, cold and devoid of any emotion.

The secret technique of the Hehuan Sect – the Enchanting Heart Technique.

Those disciples of the Longevity Hall, whose eyes were unfocused, suddenly showed signs of struggle. But soon, that struggle was replaced by a blank stare and a faint fanaticism. They turned around abruptly and swung their magical weapons and blades at their fellow disciples who were still conscious.

"What are you doing?!"

"Junior Brother Liu! Have you gone mad?!"

"ah--!"

The shouts, curses, and screams grew even more intense. The battle, which was already at a disadvantage, collapsed completely in an instant. Most of the disciples of the Changsheng Hall were turned against by their own sect members, and were attacked from both sides. In a short time, they were killed or wounded in a chaotic mess.

Biyao coldly watched the hellish scene below. With a flick of her finger, the shadow of the Heartbreak Flower swirled and killed several Changsheng Hall experts who tried to rush towards her. She raised her eyes and looked at the core of the battle between the Ghost King and Yuyangzi in the distance.

Yu Yangzi was disheveled, covered in blood, and the Yin-Yang Mirror's light had dimmed considerably.

The Azure Dragon's Qiankun Qingguang Ring slammed into his back, causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood and fall forward. The White Tiger's blade flashed past, severing one of his arms at the shoulder! The Youji's short dagger silently pressed against the back of his neck.

Yu Yangzi lay sprawled on the ground, blood gushing from his severed arm. He struggled to lift his head, looking at the Ghost King slowly descending from the sky, his eyes filled with resentment and despair. He hissed, "Ghost... Ghost King... I surrender... I am willing to surrender! The Longevity Hall... is willing to submit to the Ghost King Sect! I only beg... I only beg to spare my life!"

The Ghost King landed about ten feet in front of him, looked at him, his face still expressionless, and simply shook his head slightly.

Yu Yangzi's pupils suddenly contracted.

The Ghost King raised his hand and pressed down in the void.

A gigantic, black claw, formed entirely from black energy, appeared out of thin air above Yu Yangzi and slammed down with a suffocating pressure!

"No--!!!"

The screams abruptly stopped, the ground shook violently, and smoke mixed with blood, flesh, and bone fragments billowed out.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, only a pool of blurred flesh and blood and a few fragments of the Yin-Yang Mirror remained on the ground.

Azure Dragon, White Tiger, and Youji withdrew their attacks and retreated, landing behind the Ghost King. They each regulated their breathing, bearing some injuries, but none were too serious. The Ghost King slowly withdrew his hand, looked at the pool of flesh and blood, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "Clean it up. Those who surrender will not be killed; those who resist will be executed."

"Yes!" The Ghost King Sect disciples around them responded in unison, their morale soaring.

Biyao stood on the devastated battlefield, her water-green clothes spotless, standing out starkly against the blood and ruins.

The screams of the Changsheng Hall disciples gradually subsided, turning into sporadic groans, and finally fading into deathly silence. The wind blew, stirring up the stench of blood and dust, which splashed onto her face. She didn't move; she just stood there, watching.

What are you looking at?

Look at the severed limbs scattered on the ground? Look at the pool of flesh and blood that Yu Yangzi has turned into? Look at the confusion and fear in the eyes of those fellow disciples who were controlled by her Mind Control Technique and killed each other before they died?

No, what she saw was the candied hawthorn on the streets of Changhe City, the life-and-death bond in the Dripping Blood Cave, the embrace in the night rain of Liubo Mountain, and Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes, filled with guilt yet incredibly firm, as he looked at her and said "I'm sorry" in the Jade Purity Palace.

Jiang Xiaochuan.

The name was like a red-hot needle, piercing the softest part of her heart, burning her insides.

After seven years of seclusion, she thought she could forget him, or at least forget the pain. But no, time only brewed those memories into a stronger liquor, burning through her throat, burning through her stomach, burning through everything.

So she came out, using bloodshed and slaughter to numb the longing that gnawed at her constantly.

But it's no use.

The more people she killed, the hotter the blood on her hands became, and the colder her heart grew. Because with each person she killed, she would think: If Jiang Xiaochuan were standing on the other side, would I have acted without hesitation as well?

The answer terrified her.

meeting.

She would, even if her heart was bleeding, even if her soul was scattered, she would, because only in this way could she make him remember her, remember how much this demoness named Biyao loved him, and how much she hated him.

The Ghost King walked to her side, glanced at her, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, but quickly disappeared, and simply said, "Well done, go back."

Biyao nodded slightly but did not speak.

She turned and followed the Ghost King away, her feet treading on sticky blood and shattered bones. Her light green skirt brushed against the ruins, leaving a faint, bloody trail.

No one saw that her nails dug deep into her palms, piercing her skin and drawing blood that mingled with the blood on the ground, making them indistinguishable from each other.

No one heard her silently repeating that name in her heart, over and over again:

With each recitation, my heart grows colder and my gaze becomes more resolute.

She thought, "It'll be soon."

With the destruction of the Hall of Longevity, the Ghost King Sect's unification of the Holy Sect is imminent. Father's next targets are the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, Qingyun Sect, the Righteous Path, and... the place where he is.

At that time, she would stand before him, grasp his hands with those blood-stained fingers, and ask him:

"Now, can you still push me away?"

If he dares to say "I'm sorry" again, she will kill him.

Then, he killed himself.

Even on the road to the underworld, she would hold onto him and walk with him.

Biyao raised her head and looked eastward, towards the direction of Qingyun Mountain.

The setting sun, like blood, bathed her in its light.

She was also like blood.